What is living?
Tell me what's life
People no longer human being
Life has lost its meaning.
Everyday is a torture
Many are filled with tears
But turning a blind eye
Is what everybody tries.
Some say they care
That your sadness they share
But will they be there
When you're truly in despair?
What then is a family?
A unit, a part of community?
I say all ties are fake
What people care now
Are merely themselves.
It might sound horrid
But that's the cruel truth
If you can't accept it
Well then cease to live.
Suicide cases aren't new
Hire an assassin if it suits you.
And you might just find
Living the afterlife
Compared to human
Is much more refined.
What's that I said?
Oh such hypocrisy
It's not you, but me
To end life's miserability....
Goodbye...?
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Spices of Life: The Sweet, The Bitter, The Spicy and The Tasteless
PoetryWilliam Shakespeare quoted in Life's Brief Candle, "Life's but a walking Shadow, a poor Player, that struts and fret, His hour upon the Stage, and then is heard no more, it is a Tale told by an idiot, Signifying Nothing." And so, to continue the ta...
